30 Days Wild--day 26--no phone day

 

Sunday, June 26.   For Day 26 of  30 Days Wild,  it's an experiment in  living without devices. Be here now, not looking at a screen.

Today, that's my reality.  The internet and landline phone have been sporadic since Thursday. There is only static on the line today, and no way to call for repairs until Monday.  It's not that different for people experiencing  a power outage. They don't have a choice, either.

How odd it is to realize the first iPhone was introduced  on June 29, 2007!  Since then, smartphones have become ubiquitous--and for many people they are the primary way to access the internet.  Yes, it is possible to live without one. I don't have one.  But it is a precarious life, an eccentric life, as retro in a way as a manual typewriter.  Most people can't imagine living without a smartphone, now.  They are necessities, not luxuries.

And they can be addictive. Studies have also found that the light from screens interferes with sleep patterns--affecting the production of melatonin. We know the dangers of distracted driving, and how many stories of people texting and not paying attention.  I think the point of no-devices was to emphasize  real-life experience, to get in touch with the real world, the natural world, to connect with other people. When you have a choice, a day without devices can be an adventure.

For me, it  was an enlightening experience.

Long story short, I was clearing away weeds and dead roses when I stepped on a nail.  It was an exposed rusty nail in a board that the landlord of the house next door had carelessly left in the weeds during one of his repair projects.  Fortunately, the neighbors were home, and they offered  to drive me to the walk-in clinic  on the north side of town. (Yes, they found the address on their smartphone.) They were so kind!  They even gave me money for cab fare to get back home.

It was just after noon on Sunday, and the clinic was empty.  The doctor could see me right away.   I had imagined a waiting room full of people with gardening accidents, and sprained ankles from baseball games. But it was early, they said.   I was very lucky with the injury--it was a gash, not a puncture wound.  The doctor gave me  two stitches and a tetanus shot.  Then, he drove me home!

I am overwhelmed by these acts of  kindness and compassion.  I feel such gratitude.  In the midst of  world events, daily violence,  and blinded by technology, we forget that  we are human beings.  We are here to help each other, to be kind to one another, in this uncertain world.  And we are not alone, even without a phone.

 

You can read more about 30 Days Wild here.

 

 

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  • Very well put. I'm glad it was only a gash, and extra glad that you were so well taken care of. (I'm not that Serious about prepositions.)

  • In reply to Margaret H. Laing:

    Thank you for reading. Yes, it could have been much worse. So grateful for kindness and compassion.

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